Owen Pallett - The Riverbed Lyrics
Heart, heart in your mouth, hand on the paperThe new work that you foundThe gift of your depression weighs you down, down, down, downThen, when you wake for the sixth straight day with a TanquerayYou will rise, rise again, and drink againHurtle hurtle over the breachLet your body fall out of reachOn the day that you find your thirties have left you childlessRemember when you meet your coupled friends with unease:The world will forget all the good they have doneAnd the world will forget all the good you have doneHurtle hurtle over the breachLet your body fall out of reachOut of house, out of thought, out of your mindLay your head, lay your heart next to mineAnd try to admit that you might have it wrongAnd when you admit that you might have it wrongThunderhead, thunderheadI will be your riverbed